Rakan begged him to push him to undo those massacres that take place because of Jaiden's refusal to submit to Hardin and his soldiers, creating between them a fierce enmity that all the trainees at their headquarters have witnessed over the years.

Jaden rose from his shrine, not believing the words of his close friend and his request. He pounced on him, clutching his neck violently, feeling disgusted with his words, refusing to sympathize with those who Rakan tries to protect them, as he finds them only weak in souls and hearts. He whispered between his teeth, "What do you want me to do?" Do I surrender to him? Shall I allow him to defeat me? Lose myself in order to protect a heap of weak and cowardly? »

Free him away from him, with his body so emaciated and his long disheveled blonde hair, and his clothes confined to an old leather skirt covering him from the navel to his thighs, whoever looks at him does not believe that he can stand up against the hardened gladiators and withstand them, and each time he wins a battle against The king is punished by forcing him to watch one of his comrades turn into a new victim

The uncountable king.

He turned his attention back to him, roaring with him: "And what is my fault if they are weak and cowardly, who cannot withstand his warriors?! What is my fault when fear consumes them and destroys them without even having the honor of trying? He cried out helplessly and startled him: "What is my fault that I should bear their sins and lapses? Here we are companions, yes, companions of tragedy, famine, humiliation and humiliation, companions of suffering that unites us in one hand, but in the stands there is survival for the strongest, for the smartest, for the one who does not accept loss at all costs......, I would rather die than allow They have a tattoo of surrender around my neck. »

Rakan bowed his head in shame, yes, he knows that Jayden is right, he knows that if he surrenders he will lose himself forever.

He admits that he is a coward, that he is afraid of tomorrow, afraid of a time when he will be forced to surrender before he can defend himself, to return bathed in the shame of loss that will be put around his neck as an eternal collar, a sign that surrenders carry for life, a collar tattooed around their necks carried by many of them They lose their respect and the chance to get out of that pit of murder, crime and slavery and live a life together and start a family....

In such circumstances the male has to choose between losing himself to Satan or losing himself to King Hardin, and Jayden chose to lose himself to Satan rather than surrender to Hardin, the king nicknamed (Washer of Blood), because during his reign the blood of hundreds of innocent people of his kind was wasted for trivial reasons.

She opened her heavy eyes, feeling a movement hovering around her, raised her head, which she felt weighs a ton, moaning with pain spreading throughout her body, she suffered both until she fell asleep last night, she cried and lamented and mourned her luck, crying the tenderness of her mother who does not remember her and the protection of her father, who does not remember him either. .

"I brought you some food, you didn't get up for breakfast, and it's time for dinner. » Zakaria's voice came from above her head.

She straightened in her seat, trying not to provoke her tense muscles, so that she might have mercy on her and not provoke her sharp pain, the smell of delicious food through her nose, her stomach chirping in shame.

Zakaria smiled at her gently, approaching her the tray of food, sitting across from her.

" may I help you ?? »

She shook her head, rejecting his offer, taking the spoon straight away and feeding herself in a slow, jerky motion, looking up at him, gleefully thanking her as she continued her food.

« There is a surprise waiting for you outside the house, do you want to see it after you are done? He told her and asked her in a cheerful tone, trying to soften the atmosphere as she stood, her heart beating fast, wondering about the identity of that surprise.

« Yes, yes, take me to her, is she someone who knows me?? »

Zacharias' smile disappeared as he shook his head: "Ah, no, no, it's not a person, but, as I understand it, she knows you...."

With great difficulty she dragged herself out of the room, leaving the small hallway, rushing outside, asking him: "Where is she?"

Zakaria hurried behind her, leading her to the place of her surprise. He took her out of the house, and they were greeted by the setting sun, which was getting ready to say goodbye to the island. He pointed to her to a small garden next to the house surrounded by an antique wooden fence "From here."

He opened the door for her and allowed her to enter before him, and there she stood, leaning against the wall, contemplating her surprise with a mixture of conflicting feelings, crying, sniffling, and laughing at the same time, "How? How did I get here ?? » I asked him approaching the deer and its young.

"Jaden brought her last night, he said he found her near the colony, circling around her. »

"Oh, thank you, thank him, he brought it to me. She said, embracing the deer"s neck, crying, unable to stop herself, forgetting its pain, aches, and sorrows.

"Where's Isaiah?" She asked in a shaky tone, trying to hide her obvious tension behind her, Zakaria refused to help her by giving her his home address and now Rakan came to visit without him, and he had never come to visit without him before.

The three turned to her, observing her vaguely, causing her to become more and more confused.

"Where is Isaiah? I haven"t seen him since yesterday, and Zacharias refused to help me reach him. »

"Isaiah is a little busy, when he gets the chance he will come to visit without an invitation. »

Rakan replied, fleeing from her piercing gaze, feeling her ripple in anger, she freed her fingertips, holding her hands, trying to control herself, calling them: "I want to see Isaiah right away, I am not stupid, I know that you both did something to him, did you kill him?" I will kill you, I swear to you, I will kill you if you hurt him. »

She muttered between her roaring breaths, breathing violently, her chest rising and falling at a successive pace, remembering that battle that took place in front of her moments before she lost consciousness, Isaiah was quarreling with them in an attempt to help her.

Jaden and Rakan exchanged mysterious looks for some moments, noticing that side smile that faded from Rakan's lips, returning to her with his attention, that smile gradually widening. His blue eyes, golden complexion, and features that somewhat remind her of Isaiah.

"It seems that my son made the best choice and found himself a friend who was ready to do the impossible for him, just as he was ready to do the impossible for you yesterday. »

She opened her mouth, and a groan emerged from her bruised lips from the effects of her last battle with Britta, and his words became firmly rooted in her mind:

« You, you are his father!!?? »

She said it, realizing the similarities between them, the same nose, the same color of the eyes, the same color of skin and hair, but the only difference is that light emanating from Isaiah's eyes and this darkness that dominates Rakan's eyes.

Rakan nodded: "Yes, my son, my lonely son, and the apple of my eye, and I will certainly not do any harm to my son, Eva! He told her, giving her a penetrating look, to drop the subject and change it.

But Eva refused to comply with his silent request to continue: "Where is he now? What did you do with him after he attacked Jayden? Did you let Jaden punish him so he could discipline him? »

Rakan laughed deeply, shaking his head left and right, returning his attention to Jayden, commenting: "We should have called her Jaydina after one of them, as she seems to have his character, stubbornness, and non-compliance with orders. »

Jaden's features faded after Rakan commented standing from his seat as well, he approached them and here Eva could not help but take a few steps back unconsciously from her, crashing into the visor behind her, but she quickly realized her slip, watching him approach her closely, contemplating his scar that only made him stronger and more solid. Pride and arrogance, yes, that sign is the pride of his steadfastness and perseverance to reach what he has reached now. It is a sign that carries within it all that he went through before it and all that he became after it, as it was the boundary between his past and his present, the era of slavery and the era of freedom. The age of torment and tragedy and the age of power and self-determination....

He stood in front of her, staring directly into her eyes, as if he was trying to dive into her stomach, or that he had dived and it was over.

Prepare yourself tomorrow morning early, we will start the intensive exercises with fencing, fighting, self-defense and attack .... Tomorrow your day will be very long. » He told her in a very calm tone, which felt like it was sinking into her depths as delicious electric vibrations that could not be described in words.

She stared blankly at him for a moment, her mouth unable to respond to him, and did not notice herself until he passed her away from the outside, so she followed him and called him: "Thank you, thank you for bringing me my deer, and please, please, please do not punish Isaiah, he is not worthy. »

Her body collapsed violently, and as usual, she choked on her pain, holding her breath, feeling angry and angry. Why does she always end up lying on the ground before she sees his movement?

She rose from her seat, roaring, "Would you please give me a chance to comprehend your movement?" How do you want me to stop her when I don't even see her coming towards me?! »

She grumbled, standing in front of him, blowing her chest, hoping he would give her some size, height, and frailty, and he raised his eyebrow and stared at her vaguely.

This is what drives her crazy and confuses her the most.

"And will the enemy come to you and give you a chance to comprehend his offensive movement in order to repel it, smart one?? »

She furrowed her eyebrows, accepting his words with her head, convinced that he was right, the enemy would attack without warning, the enemy would all his movements suddenly do not know its techniques, so he is right.

"Well, what should I do? »

"You have to learn how to prevent him from fixing you, treacherously, or surprising you. It is never your fault, the important thing is to never give up. »

He told her to attack again and she prepared to fend off his attacks, but this time bent on strictly following his directions.

Put it in front of a giant punching bag, twice its size.

She stared at the sack with a feeling that he would attack her at any moment, and as she flinched and flinched, the moment she felt it completely behind her, the masculine smell of his sweat filled her senses, exciting inside her, strange feelings that she did not understand, she felt his solid chest wiping her bare arms, holding her breath, feeling her hormones flounder, exciting the rise in her body temperature to the peak.

She closed her eyes, begging for his distance and begging for his proximity, a fierce battle roamed within her about what she wanted to do.

"What are you waiting for?" All he uttered was waiting for her answer.

After a few moments, she felt her turn around to stun him with her terrified look, feeling her conflicting feelings and the acceleration of her heartbeat and her raging hormones.

He stared at her in amazement, not understanding what she was doing.

As she spread her burning palm on his bare chest, she stunned him with a violent electric current, and before he could comprehend the outcome, she pushed him away from her, fleeing in front of him, rushing out of the gym.

He followed her with his flaming stares, as he too felt a burning heat spreading inside him to return and cool down at the same moment she removed her palm from him, as he felt as if her palm was connected to an electric current that shocked him with a failed attempt to revive his sick heart.

Only for a moment and then he came back and hummed again, proving his failure. .......

Eva pushed the door and went out to be greeted by the cool, gentle breeze, she gasped deeply, trying to fill her lungs with cold air, perhaps extinguishing the fire that spread in her heart.

"Mom, dad, brother, sister, are you there? Do you remember me? Are you looking for me? do you love me ? »

She whispered to herself amid her tears and gasps, feeling the urgent need to have a past and a history, to have memories, to understand what is happening to her now, to know that she is not alone as she feels in these particular moments.